The people of Earth had only heard of Dragons in the legends, the ones where Dragons were depicted as celestial creatures with the power to command storms and the weather.
So one could only imagine the shock of the Capital City's occupants as they gazed at the flying creature in the night sky.
It moved slowly across the skies, its sleek, azure scales shimmering under the brilliance of the moon. Massive wings stretched wide, each of it casting massive shadows over the city below. Its eyes blazed with electric blue, as though hidden within it was a world of nothing but lightning storms.
Then on its back, five figures sat. One was a man, his presence akin to that of a God of War that ruled over countless battlefields. The next was a woman. She had hair as white as snow, and hair that was blacker than the blackest night. The third was a second woman. Her golden irises were reptilian in shape, and her crimson-gold hair swayed from the breeze of the night sky.
